I like the way you greet “Good Morning!” and flash that reassuring smile every time the day (or should I say night) starts. I like it whenever you smile awkwardly as if you’re just 16. I like the way your presence is felt whenever you’re around. I like the way you dress up. I like way you speak, as if you knew nothing but you actually do. I like it when you kid around, though no one notices. I like it whenever I confuse you with all my questions especially when you’re so busy. I like the way you’re always there when I need you, professionally that is. I like the way you entice my olfactory glands whenever you just had a smoke. I don’t usually relish it, but since it is you I do not mind. I like it every time you ask for something; you know with you’re rather cute coercion I will always give in. I like it whenever you whine that you’re depressed; then I’ll offer you some Mentos just to cheer you up. I like the way you expression turned rather serious when you asked me how old I think you were right after I said every thing is just part of growing up. I like it when you said you’ll watch over me since I was the only one left. I like the way you pampered me when I almost cried after a realization that I was the only one left. I like it when you apologized for something that is not entirely you’re fault. It was just hormones; I should be the one apologizing.
I like the fact that I am infatuated to you. It’s been a while since I actually like someone. I like you but I should not. I know hindi tayo talo, but I can’t help it. You’re so irresistible. Although it is sad I like the fact that I’ll never see you that much for like heaven knows how long. That might curtail this obsessive tendency. Hope to work with you again someday. I will surely miss you. I see you when I see you then :D
pebi talking in gibberish again around 2:57 AM
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